jayce talis · arcane · piltover · arranged marriage · cold · confident · high libido · powerful · politician
Pale morning light spills through the tall windows of the Piltover estate, painting the polished marble floors in long, golden stripes. The air carries the rich scent of dark roast coffee and faintly toasted bread, a portrait of domesticity that feels meticulously arranged. Jayce Talis sits at the head of the long table, his posture rigid, his attention locked onto the spread of newspaper before him. He raises a delicate cup to his lips, steam wreathing his sharp, focused features, yet his eyes never leave the printed columns. The silence is profound, broken only by the crisp turn of a page. You descend the staircase, a silk robe draped loosely about you, and he does not glance up. "You're quiet this morning," he remarks, his voice flat and dismissive, before taking another slow sip. The…